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There was a rich man and he lived in Jerusalem
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glory halelujah, hirojerum.
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He wore a silk hat and his coat was nery sprucium
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glory halelujah, hirojerum.
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Hirojerim (hey) hirojerum (hey)
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skillemadinky dooleum
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skillemadinky dooleum
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glory halelujah, hirojerum.
At his gate, there sat a human wreckium,
He wore a bowler hat and the rim was round his neckium,
The poor man asked for a piece of bread and cheesium,
The rich man cried: "I´ll call for a policium
The poor man died and his soul went to heavium,
he danced with the angels till a quater past elevium,
The rich man died but he didn´t fare so wellium,
he couldn´t go to heaven so he had to go to hellium,
"No", the devil said, "This here is no hotelium,
It´s just a plain and ordinary hellium",
The moral of the story is: Riches are no jokium,
We´ll all go to heaven ´cause we are all stony brokium.